| I obsess about watching the sky develop
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| And I can’t help but wander if your minds ahead yet
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| Or are you still fascinated by all the wrong things?
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| But who am I to tell you what thoughts you should be conjuring?
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| You see, I’m feeling like your jealous of my ambition
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| So if you thought I was about to be quiet and just listen think again
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| And I speak for every woman in this creative industry when I say we have as
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| much right to self expression as these men
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| And if your clued up about the energies
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| You might just find I’ve chinese whispered our conversation to my pen
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| Because i’ve realised the only thing opposites attract is lust
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| But that magnetic force isn’t as strong as the spontaneity of an artist’s love
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| Maybe I should find myself one or maybe not
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| I’d either end up writing in their company
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| Or kissing their lips for any traces of contagious lyrical debris
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| And I don’t know if that’d be healthy
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| Because they might start thinking like i’m using them for self development
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| But aren’t we all?
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| So if that means my smile leads you to discontent |
| Then maybe you should’ve been more gracious when you watched me fall
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| And my love songs are about nobody, what about yours?
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| It’d be nice if someone would stay home with me
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| Cos I could obsess over your hands and eyes when we’re indoors
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| And that cherry insence is complementing your mind right now
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| That’s sensory conversation
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| And you can chase the drugs until you yourself feel stronger
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| If you prefer intoxicated temptation
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| Well well we ain’t been here for a while
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| Girl look at your beautiful smile yeah
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| Balenciaga you got style
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| And you ain’t going back to that nigga no more no more
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| No more no more no more no more no more
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| No more no you ain’t going back to that nigga no more no more
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| No more no more no more no more no more
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| No you ain’t going back to that nigga
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| She fell in love with somat realer
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| Love a nigga with the realer she ain’t picking up your calls when you ring her
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| Now it’s 4 course meals after dinner
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| And 2 seater 4 walls now she all about her notes like a singer
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| And I ain’t with her more time |
| Still make her body shiver more time
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| Yeah you been a badder and live abroad life
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| Young nigga stay trapping eating with the fieldlife
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| Ask them niggas if they mashing are they feeling alright?
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| Got some niggas up in Clapham if I flash em they alright
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| My teas Jasmine and weeds dankish let me get a little more high
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| She’s rolling up my weed
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| Sip on her Jasmine Tea
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| Then she asked baby is it worth it? |
| Should I work it right now?
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| Right now. |
| Is it worth it? |
| Right now. |
| Work it? |
| Right now
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| Right now, right now, right now
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| Well well we ain’t been here for a while
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| Girl look at your beautiful smile yeah
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| Those Balenciagas you got style, you got style
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| And you ain’t going back to that nigga no more no more
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| No more no more no more no more no more
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| No more no you ain’t going back to that nigga no more no more
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| No more no more no more no more no more
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| No you ain’t going back to that nigga |